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Summary : Post X3. Jean i dying in Logan's arms. He... ponders.

First fanfic ever so I HOPE YOU ENJOY! :) i really do hope this piece of work will please you... :)


Slipping Away From Me

I slide my claws in your slim abdomen, and as you scream, I feel your presence slip away like soap in a shower. Slowly, but painfully. Painfully for me, not for you, because you are set free from the mutant difficulties and I have to bare the fact you won't be tangible anymore. I won't be able to give you sensual glances and seductive smiles and have a shy smile showing interest in return. I will be left alone, thinking about the one and only reason I've stayed with the X-Men in the first place, you. I thought that once I grabbed your attention with my courage, my loneliness, my dark side that provoked so much curiosity in you, it would be enough to change your mind and come spend your life with me. I loved you and still do, but it wasn't enough to exceed the love you have for your so called ''husband'', Scott.

I don't even have time to ponder on that, as I watch you give me one last smile and one last meaningful look that seems to last an eternity. There's subtile love in your expression that can't afford to be denied. It is there and I rejoice to see your gratitude as much as I am desperate to want to die in your place. Someone like you definitely deserves a second chance. You have cared so much for the ones surrounding you as much as the non-mutants.

As I retract my deadly blades, I watch you and cry for the third time since fifteen years, hoping that with some kind of miracle this is a dream and I am still asleep since my arrival from trying to piece together my past in Alkali Lake. And as you tell me with the last air your lungs can inhale, "Logan, you have no idea where I'm going," I know it is reality and there is no way I can escape it.

And before your eyes roll behind I tell you, "Be well... I love you."

You seem to nod and I start sobbing uncontrollably. I roar a "noooo!'' that seems to be so silent. And for a moment, the world stays still and the next, the water of the bay starts drifting down. As well as the other particles that have been floating in the air.

I understand your life has finally ended. But we - I - will always remember you. We - I - love you.

Be well, Jean Grey. I love you, but you already know. At least I'm sure you die knowing.